"Bang Bang": A Songfic of Love
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
787
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
"Bang Bang": A Songfic of Love
”I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight. Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down.”
Since childhood, we had been friends. All through our prepubescent years, Trevor and I had been inseparable. We played every game two kid boys would play: tag, cowboys and Indians, G. I. Joe, and every other game designed to heighten testosterone in a little boy.
He was just a little older than me, almost a year, with sandy blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. I had black hair that was almost always unruly and an odd green tint to my eyes, something Trevor never ceased to tease me about. It didn’t faze me much, though. I made fun of the fact that he was an inch shorter than me. We were two little boys in every sense of the word.
”Sea”Seasons came and changed the time. When I grew up, I called him mine. He would always laugh and say, ’Remember when we used to play?’ Bang bang, I shot you down. Bang bang, you hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.”
When we reached the end of middle school, I had figured out that I wasn’t into girls, like the rest of the boys were. I liked boys much better, and I couldn’t suppress the urge to wrap my arms around them, kiss them, do things with them that the other guys boasted about doing with a girl.
Trevor came out to me the same night I came out to him, and we shared our first kisses. He kept me in his arms all night and promised that he’d never leave me.
We stayed together all through high school, and refused to hide it. Our town was gay friendly, and so no one made a big deal out of our relationship. We were in love.
”Music played, and people sang. Just for me, the church bells rang.”
On my 23rd birthday, Trevor proposed a civil union. He wanted our love to be documented on paper as well as by word-of-mouth. He wanted the whole world to know that he loved me and that I was all his. I accepted right away.
Our ceremony was held on our 12th anniversary. He was 27, I was 25. It was absolutely gorgeous. We wore matching white tuxedoes, and he bought me a bouquet to toss. By this time, he had grown to an impressive 6’2”, half a foot taller than me, and there was no doubt in either of our minds that he was the man in the relationship, if a title had to be given.
That night was the happiest night of my life.
”Now he's gone, I don't know why. And till this day, sometimes I cry. He didn't even say goodbye. He didn't take the time to lie. Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down...”
I came home from work one day and he was gone. All of his clothing had disappeared, every last scrap of him was taken from our house. No note was left behind, no message on the answering machine. He left everything that we had used mutually—the television, PlayStation, microwave, furniture, etc.—but took everything else. He didn’t even touch the photo albums.
I haven’t heard from him since...
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I know this isn’t exactly “Adult Fan Fiction,” but I wanted to post this here anyway. Please leave reviews and tell me what you think.
PlayStation © Sony
“Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)” © Cher or Nancy Sinatra (I’m not sure who did it first)
Since childhood, we had been friends. All through our prepubescent years, Trevor and I had been inseparable. We played every game two kid boys would play: tag, cowboys and Indians, G. I. Joe, and every other game designed to heighten testosterone in a little boy.
He was just a little older than me, almost a year, with sandy blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. I had black hair that was almost always unruly and an odd green tint to my eyes, something Trevor never ceased to tease me about. It didn’t faze me much, though. I made fun of the fact that he was an inch shorter than me. We were two little boys in every sense of the word.
”Sea”Seasons came and changed the time. When I grew up, I called him mine. He would always laugh and say, ’Remember when we used to play?’ Bang bang, I shot you down. Bang bang, you hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.”
When we reached the end of middle school, I had figured out that I wasn’t into girls, like the rest of the boys were. I liked boys much better, and I couldn’t suppress the urge to wrap my arms around them, kiss them, do things with them that the other guys boasted about doing with a girl.
Trevor came out to me the same night I came out to him, and we shared our first kisses. He kept me in his arms all night and promised that he’d never leave me.
We stayed together all through high school, and refused to hide it. Our town was gay friendly, and so no one made a big deal out of our relationship. We were in love.
”Music played, and people sang. Just for me, the church bells rang.”
On my 23rd birthday, Trevor proposed a civil union. He wanted our love to be documented on paper as well as by word-of-mouth. He wanted the whole world to know that he loved me and that I was all his. I accepted right away.
Our ceremony was held on our 12th anniversary. He was 27, I was 25. It was absolutely gorgeous. We wore matching white tuxedoes, and he bought me a bouquet to toss. By this time, he had grown to an impressive 6’2”, half a foot taller than me, and there was no doubt in either of our minds that he was the man in the relationship, if a title had to be given.
That night was the happiest night of my life.
”Now he's gone, I don't know why. And till this day, sometimes I cry. He didn't even say goodbye. He didn't take the time to lie. Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down...”
I came home from work one day and he was gone. All of his clothing had disappeared, every last scrap of him was taken from our house. No note was left behind, no message on the answering machine. He left everything that we had used mutually—the television, PlayStation, microwave, furniture, etc.—but took everything else. He didn’t even touch the photo albums.
I haven’t heard from him since...
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I know this isn’t exactly “Adult Fan Fiction,” but I wanted to post this here anyway. Please leave reviews and tell me what you think.
PlayStation © Sony
“Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)” © Cher or Nancy Sinatra (I’m not sure who did it first)